Last resort - The Good, the bad, the ugly

One didn’t even have to be at the India Resort Fashion Week, held in Goa last week, to gauge that it was nothing short of a disaster — in terms of the designs showcased. Model after model stepped out in either dated or just unattractive creations.

What we saw on the ramp were a lot of trends from a few years ago, with a generous mix of wares that you’d be able to bargain for at Lokhandwala and Hill Road street stalls.

Here’s our round up of the week, with the rare hits and mostly misses on the ramp.

Narendra KumarNari’s collection, Urban Resort, was one of the few highlights of the week. It was well-tailored, laidback and extremely wearable. There were shaded dresses and separates, flared pants and kaftans in tangerine, mint and neon shades. Two thumbs up.

Gogee Vasant, Pria Kataria PuriReasonably good collections, but nothing that stood out. We quite liked some of the flowing maxis and tie-dyed shirts for men (below) by Gogee. Pria’s execution of her Picasso-inspired collection was quite striking too. This ensemble (above) was one of our favourites.

Sushma PatelProof that designers will add a slash or an extra dash just about anywhere to make a garment look unique. So poor Shazahn Padamsee (top left) was sent out in a perfectly nice dress, ruined by an inexplicable yard of black cloth. Another model had worse luck of having to make this tacky horror (below left) look good.

Fatima Khan, Deepali SontakkeyThere was nothing worthy of mention at either show. Boring, unimaginative and rather questionable. Some of the swimsuits by Fatima (below right) looked straight out of a wholesale market. Deepali’s attempt at a cover-up (above), meanwhile, has nothing ‘resort’ about it. We’d pack it only for a trip to the Alps.

James FerreiraThere was a bit of everything here. Some of the garments were extremely easygoing and wearable, while some were ho-hum. Then there were others like boring satin dresses that have been around for years, and this risqué swimsuit (far left) that’s meant only to grace magazine centrespreads. The latter, though, wasn’t nearly as cringe inducing as the grotesque pants Ferreira himself wore to take a bow.